School was not a great experience for you. You were the schools punching bag and each year it got worse. You were naturally academic and wasn't any good at sports so you didn't mix with the popular people, who were mostly jocks. Actually, you didn't have any friends, maybe the odd one but it never lasted long, they soon left. You were at your locker where people began calling you names and hurling insults at you but it was nothing new so you let it slide. During the school day it was important that you kept on the brave face otherwise it would give them another reason to bully you.
Third period: history class. History was the worst class you had mainly because of those in the class with you. You took your seat at the back in the corner away from everyone when the teacher, Mr Talbot informed the class of a new student. In walked a boy a bit taller than you, dirty blonde short hair, which was slightly messy, and had black rimmed glasses balancing on the bridge of his nose. He wore skinny jeans with a tank top sweater. He looked confident yet nervous and proceeded to take the seat which was next to you. Almost immediately you got glares from the popular girls. "I'm Kian" he says smiling.
After history class, the bell went and quickly you gathered all your stuff together and heading back to your locker. Insults were given to you as usual. When closing your locker to see Kian leaning up against the one next to yours giving you a shock "looks like we're locker neighbours too" he paused "don't listen to those people, they're just jealous" you just chuckled and nodded.
"What's your next class?'' He asked. You look at your schedule and say "math" with a sigh. He smiled and said "me too. C'mon" he slung his arm around your shoulders and you both walked to class together. As usual, you got glares from all the popular people, but you felt special which you haven't felt in a long time.
